Fuck counting calories. If you eat healthy to begin with you can stuff your face all fucking day and night and still never touch obscene calorie numbers.
People really need to understand this. Starting out bodybuilding, I was eating this: breakfast: 4 eggs, 1 cup cereal, 1 banana. Snack: tuna sandwich on whole wheat bread, some brocolli on the side. Lunch: chicken breast/bake potatoes, Snack: another tuna sandwich and more brocolli. Dinner: variable, usually consisted of a meat and a veggie, rarley a carb.
And guess what folks? That’s still was barely a 2,000 calorie diet. That’s 5 meals. That’s 7 chicken breasts, 7 potatoes, and 5 big 12oz cans of tuna a week.
And the biggest thing? Drink water. People consume an abnormal amount of calories from their drinks and they don’t count liquid caloric intake. People have a hard time thinking that liquid can have the same effects as food, it does.
If you just eat healthy foods and work out just once a week doing some cardio, you’ll be on your way to being healthy. The more you work out, the faster the process will go.
But to my fellow Americans i have this to say:
quit trying to make working out fun. Suck it up. NO matter what you do, it’s going to suck. Have a goal? Good. Stick to it.
There’s no easy way out of this, ab shockers and revolutionary workout tapes, need to be ignored. And don’t run out and waste your money on a gym membership either. Walk/run, shoot some basketball somewhere.. do something active for a couple of months before even considering signing up for a gym. Show your dedication first before a contract.
Here a quick and simple diet plan: All your drinks should have 0-20 calories in it at most. Learn to love water, or at least not bitch about it. Stop drinking alcohol until your weight is under control, drink low-cal beers if/when you do drink. Get most of your carbs from your veggies and whole wheat bread/cereal.. toss out the Velveeta shells and cheese, no more ramen, go 3-4 months without any pasta.. actually, go until you’re satisfied with your weight and then bring it back in MODERATION and with whole wheat noodles. Stay away from fatty meats. Go for seafood, ground turkey, chicken. Stay away from High fructose corn syrup. Stay away from energy drinks and sodas.
DO NOT GO to these places:Applebees, TGIFriday,s Chillies, Ruby Tuesdays, BW3s, Outback, O’Charilie’s, McDonald’s, KFC, Wendy’s, Burger King, Hardies, Pizza Hut, (catch my drift? ) etc. No crappy chain bar/grills, no fast food. NONE. In fact, until your weight is under control, quit fucking going out to eat anywhere. Stay where you can control the quality of your food. I know you read some health mag that said there’s healthy food at these places, but chances are you’ll buy something else, just don’t go.
here’s another genius idea. If the food is primarily a microwavable food, don’t buy it. Period. Microwavable food either has insane amountof calories, carbs or sodium. Leave it alone.
This is not rocket science. You don’t have to calorie count, fat count, etc.. Just don’t be a dumbass. If you get hungry, get some celery, an apple, strawberries. EAT BREAKFAST, eat smaller (healthy) meals, more often. 4-5 meals a day will up your metabolism. (BUT THEY MUST BE HEALTHY!)
American life has been so permeated with fast food lunches, energy drinks, cheese-it snacks, potato chips, “neighborhood” chain bar/grills, $5 coffee-lard sludge from starbucks, and easy to make food at home no wonder people are fat. Even if you eat 2 meals a day, chances are with your 2 meals and whatever it is you’re drinking you’re still consuming more calories, carbs, fat and sodium than i do with my 5 meals and getting little of the vitamins and minerals you need.
Look it just boils down to this. Is the food convenient? Is the food not natural (processed meat, chemical cheese, no expiration date)? Is the food from a restaurant? Does the food have some huge fucking brand name associated with it (Nabisco, Kraft, Coca Cola, etc). Then stop buying it. Most healthy food doesn’t need a brand. It doesn’t matter who makes your green beans, your chicken, and pineapple folks. (well if you’re into organic stuff, then ya). Just quit being a sucker for your own sugar addiction and america’s marketing machine. And quit giving in to friends and family dragging you to shit holes that make you fatter. If they care about you and your health they’ll respect your decision, if not? Fuck em.
From janus_anus
The Choice
I lost my virginity at the age of 19 to a 32 year old cougar, before I had ever been on a date. It’s complicated. I grew up in a strict Christian household full of unrealistic ideals, illogical arguments, and an overbearing social and sexual suppression of freedoms. I didn’t get to learn how to be a man from my father, I learned how to be a man from myself after I moved out at the age of eighteen. I was never allowed to date as a teenager, so at my first opportunity I surrounded myself with women. I was mesmerized by their beauty, sensuality, the foreign but familiar. Everything about them was exactly as I had dreamed… Perfect. I could not tear myself away, I just wanted to be around women always, to bask in their beauty, to be seduced by their charms, to know and feel and experience everything. The pleasures of the female body and mind were endless, and I was hooked. I took them and made them mine. Women were everywhere and I loved it, I didn’t question it. I became consumed, I couldn’t get enough, this was what I wanted right?
I became trusted, a confidante, I was there to hear their secrets. They told me everything. I took things I loved about women and made them my own. Caring, sweet, sensitive, passive, that is what I became in my pursuit to be loved, to be accepted by them.
How could I have known?
Over time women showed me what kind of man they were attracted to, and it was not the man that I had become for them. The man they wanted was not kind, honest, sweet, caring, giving, sympathetic. These characteristics were secondary traits they admired in their friends, not lovers.
Women were attracted to confidence, arrogance, aggressiveness, selfishness. They wanted a man that wasn’t their friend, a man that might leave, cheat, take what he wanted, the danger was what attracted them, it breathed strength. There my dilemma arose, and became the source of a great sadness for me.
So the choice: Do I reverse the experiment? Do I remove these weaknesses from my personality at the expense of losing my dear friends? It would wreck me as I am, but from the ashes would rise the animalistic passion that I hide from myself and everyone, the dark side that I’ve buried for years that tears me apart.
Ignorance is bliss.
So I told you that losing my virginity was simply a goal I had set and the time had come to check it off my to-do list. The sadness of that didn’t hit me until a few months later, in bed with another stranger I had picked up at another bar, an Italian, this one, who asked for my sexual origin story and held me and said that that was not how it should be, that I should have a boyfriend who loved me who I could make love to multiple times a day and who could teach me and help me learn what I liked, and, and…I cried in this man’s arms. It wasn’t right, I thought, but it was true. What could I say? That no one showed up for me, that no one liked me enough, that maybe no one felt that I was worth the risk, so I took my own.
